Thoughts for another day

February 20, 2012

Today's verse: Ps. 26:8. I love the house where you live, O LORD, the place where your glory dwells. (KJV)

(Pls. read the above before you read further. Thanks)

The abode of the Most Holy God is beautiful.  To men of good will and enmeshed in Him, there're peeks of His glory which simply stuns them into an awe-filled (or in current parlance, 'jaw-dropping' silence.  In this abode, we can enter only and only when our spirits are dulled to the cacophony of the world and soaked in His all encompassing mist, where we know not ourselves; only that He is there and He is right before us and we are yielded to Him.  We inhale His atmosphere into our beings and are filled with His wonder.  Our spirits are lifted up into dimensions we didn't know existed and the impact of this is but, a deep stillness which cries inside – Hallelujah to the Living God, the Only God, the Lord, the King, the Supreme Commander of the universe! The sensation and knowledge is so humungous that there is a total numbing of body and the self. 

Men and women of God who've experienced this, have fallen prostrate before Him and worshipped Him and have even cried out, 'Deep calls to deep…'  They've realized the meaning of 'Be still and know that I AM God!'  They've been transported into the supernal location of the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob and have, like Moses been filled with awe at the sight of His Being.  Like Peter, James and John, they're frightened and unable to utter sensibilities, for no sensibilities accrue that seem sensible before the abundant glory of the Rock of Ages. Like Mary, the sister of Lazarus, they've understood the worth of sitting at His feet and gazing into His eyes; and not even for a moment considered the cost of anointing Him, even if it did cost a fortune!

When I say, 'I love the house where you live O LORD', I subject myself to behold His awesome glory.  I may have many worries plaguing my mind and I may be inebriated with humanly woes, but like Elijah, I will not, but, cover my face for I cannot even for a moment, uncovered, behold His glory lest I be consumed in such chaste and magnificent light.  Then will I be made whole and I can proclaim, 'I know Him in whom I have put my trust.'